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Thursday, October 18, 2012

casual r e l i e f

We took a road-trip at the beginning of this month to Marfa, one of our
favorite small Texas towns. I settled in for my riding read, The Casual Vacancy, then hot off press by J.K. I read the engaging first chapter plus
some as we climbed the altitude into Balmorhea, another tiny Texas
town. An excruciating pain flooded my forehead. The reading stopped. Not
because the book's editors left a random 'towards' on page nine and not
on page 14 (which could have prompted the head pain), but because if one believed in
the power of words like I really do- a headache was not such a casual
occurrence. Hope that does not qualify as a spoiler.We stopped
the car road side for a resting spell quasi altitude adjustment spell.
The kids shot panoramic photos via the hot off press iPhone 5. I popped
ibuprofen.

We continued to Marfa. In Marfa we made our usual
stops (lunch, the rock shop, an ice cream parlor, a couple of
galleries), or they did. I stayed near the car moaning and such.
Intermittently between moans I meditated, did a few handstands and back
bends in the town square trying to break the tension. Apparently, inverted positions drain sinus pressure. All of these
actions made me able to tolerate my favorite Marfan spot, the Marfa Book Company. I would have endured the agony anyway. I love independent book nooks.

While
in the store I learned that Me'shell Ndegeocello performed the
night before our arrival. This information incited the nausea and the
headache heightened. Mostly because I was determined to hum "Let me run my fingers through your dreadlocks" as loudly as I could stand. On comfy
bookstore couches we chatted about human trafficking with two attorneys
from El Paso. I purchased a poet's collection.

"Can we go home now?" I whispered.

Back into the car we go. Extended day trip cut short.

If I could just make it to Balmorhea. I convinced myself the pressure would subside. Twisty turny descending pain.

"I thought you wanted to stop in Alpine," Farmer Guy said.

"I want to go home."

"Are you sure?"

Are
you like kidding me. Uh, my brain is about to implode inside of my skull. And I just read that first chapter. I'm quite sure
that I want to go home, and not become a next casual vacancy.

Okay, what's my word... peace? health?

relief. How do you spell relief?

Just when I thought he would ask about Alpine again.

"Do you wanna stop at the church?"

Without hesitation, "Yes."

In
the middle of nowhere stands a magical mission. He had never seen it.
The kids and I have played at Mission Mary before. Maybe I could pray
for relief in Calera, Texas.

When we neared a cluster of cars lined the highway near the church.

Odd to me- because I believed the magical mystical place to be my own.

"Should we stop?" He asked.

"It's open to the public." Code for it's my mission. Of course, we should stop.

The kids dozed in the back seat.

Blocking
the entry, an African man rocked a too antsy baby girl. There was
plenty of silence on the outside to hear the happenings on the inside.My head went all Nicki Minaj in reverse. You know- RAWR, GERRRR, GRUMBLE, GROWL to fairies, unicorns, rainbows and Bahbies.

Is this real?

Maybe, I've taken too many ibuprofen. A couple when the pain started... two outside of the bookstore... I think they were 200 mgs.

Maybe this is the white light.

Is this heaven? Is this the relief of my focus.

"Bill, constant."

"Donna, faith."

"Micah, joyful."

I peered around the baby holding gent to see the couple walking the aisle. A positive word wedding! Shut-up!

The bride and groom gave positive words and a flower to each of their guests.